The thing about a meth head is they don't know when to shut up.
They can't help it.
All that misdirected energy has to go somewhere while they count the minutes to their next bump.
So they twitch and tweak and shit post with 'authority' while IRL they have none.
They have no sovereignty.
They have no 'authority.'
They are owned by a poison, dealt them by their enemies, that they willingly steal or sell or trade for.
It matters not who they steal from, sell to, or trade with.
What matters is that they get their next bump.
The meth head has no authenticity; self has been long replaced by self-loathing couched in seething anger prone to periodic explosion.
Meth heads have flammable personalities.
And they don't know when to just shut up.
They can't help it.
Their enemies own them.
Meth is their fren.